Huo Yuhao: Pitifuling...

Shrek Academy, in the infirmary.

Huo Yuhao smiled as he communicated with the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

But the next moment, as the ward door was pushed open, Huo Yuhao's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

Almost instinctively, the smile that had just appeared on his face vanished instantly. His back relaxed slightly, and he slid down the headboard of the hospital bed, lying back in the bedding.

His brows furrowed at just the right moment, and his face, already pale from his injuries, now appeared weak and exhausted as he suppressed his aura. Even his breathing became lighter, as if he could barely utter a single word.

Within the Sea of Spirit, Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's voice suddenly tightened. "They're here! At least three Soul Emperor or higher. The one in the lead is quite Spirit Power. Don't speak recklessly, and be careful with your disguise!"

Huo Yuhao didn't respond, and didn't even lift his eyelids. He just turned his head slightly to look in the direction of the door, his eyes filled with just the right amount of confusion and astonishment, as if he had just been awakened from a painful slumber.

Three figures walked in, all wearing the uniform teacher's robes of the Shrek Academy.

Leading the way was a middle-aged man with a square face, a strong jawline, but a peaceful gaze and a gentle smile at the corners of his mouth.

She seemed unassuming, but the moment I stepped into the ward, the air in the room seemed to become noticeably heavier, and even the smell of disinfectant seemed stronger.

Two people followed behind him, a man and a woman. The man was tall and thin, with slightly prominent cheekbones and sharp, eagle-like eyes.

Upon entering, my gaze swept over the windows, corners, and behind the door of the ward, even scrutinizing the medicine bottles on the bedside table, as if I were checking for every possible trace.

The woman was a bit younger, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. She held a silver-white soul guide recorder in her hand, which emitted a faint fluctuation of Soul Power. When her gaze fell on Huo Yuhao, it carried a hint of professional scrutiny.

All three possessed formidable auras, and even with their Soul Power deliberately concealed, they were far beyond the reach of ordinary students.

Huo Yuhao felt a chill in his heart, but showed no sign on his face. He tried to sit up by supporting himself on his arms, but halfway through the movement, he seemed to aggravate the wound on his back.

"Hiss..."

Huo Yuhao gasped, his body swayed and he fell back down, a fine layer of cold sweat instantly appearing on his forehead.

"Don't move around, just lie still."

The square-faced teacher at the head of the group quickly took two steps, gestured with his hand to the air, and said in a gentle tone, "We're just here to ask a few questions; we won't delay your recovery."

As he spoke, he pulled over a wooden chair and sat down beside the hospital bed. His gaze settled steadily on Huo Yuhao's face, and his smile was gentle, "Huo Yuhao, right? Let me introduce myself. My surname is Li, and I am a teacher in the Inner Court's Martial Soul Department. You can just call me Teacher Li."

These two are Teacher Zhang and Teacher Zhou from the Academy Inspection Office. They're here today to ask you about something."

"Hello, Teacher Li; Hello, Teacher Zhang; Hello, Teacher Zhou."

Huo Yuhao called out to each person in turn, his voice hoarse as if he had just woken up, and somewhat weak, "I don't know... what does the teacher want to ask? I'll tell you everything I know."

They adopted an extremely humble posture, appearing obedient and honest, completely like a well-behaved new student.

Teacher Li nodded, her tone very soft, as if she were talking about something trivial, but her eyes were fixed on Huo Yuhao's face.

But he didn't miss any subtle changes in Huo Yuhao's expression. "It's nothing serious, just a little accident at the academy. Two senior students had an accident last night."

Our investigation revealed that you had a conflict with two senior students yesterday afternoon, so we came to verify if you stayed in the ward all night and whether you left the infirmary."

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao's face first showed a hint of surprise, then as if he had thought of something, a trace of lingering fear flashed quickly in his eyes, and he hurriedly shook his head.

I dared not move too much, afraid of aggravating my wound. "I've been in the ward the whole time, I've never left."

Teacher, those two students who got into trouble... are they the ones who beat me up yesterday? What happened to them?

As he spoke, his voice betrayed a hint of nervousness, his hands unconsciously clenching the white sheets beneath him, and his breathing quickening.

This reaction is so natural, just like a freshman who has just been beaten up. When he hears that the person who bullied him is in trouble, his first reaction is fear and confusion, without even a hint of pleasure.

A fleeting, almost imperceptible thought crossed Teacher Li's eyes, but her expression remained gentle. "Are they still confirming things? Think back carefully, what were you doing last night, from when you were taken to the infirmary until this morning?"

Have you heard any strange noises, such as fighting, cries for help, or seen any suspicious people going in or out?

Huo Yuhao frowned, as if trying hard to recall. His brows were furrowed, and after several seconds he shook his head, a hint of guilt on his face. "I'm sorry, teacher, I... I had a terrible back pain last night. Even turning over was painful and I broke out in a cold sweat. I was in a daze, half asleep and half awake, and I didn't have the strength to pay attention to the sounds outside."

"Aren't there always teachers on duty at the infirmary at night? I didn't hear any strange noises, except for the teacher on duty coming in once in the middle of the night to change my dressing, no one else came in."

He spoke very frankly, even mentioning the teacher on duty as evidence, without ambiguity or any sign of guilt.

Sky Dream Ice Silkworm secretly praised in the Sea of Spirit: "Not bad, Yuhao, your acting skills are getting more and more refined. This old guy is definitely not sure about you now. Keep up this state and don't show any weakness. Whatever he asks, just say 'I'm in pain, I'm confused, I don't know anything'."

Huo Yuhao didn't reply, but just obediently looked at Teacher Li, his eyes clear yet tinged with unease.

The tall, thin teacher Zhang suddenly spoke up, his voice cold and somewhat oppressive. "Those two people died last night in the west of the city. The cause of death was unusual; they died from damage to their Divine Soul. To be able to kill two Three-Ring Soul Elder without anyone noticing, the murderer must be quite powerful, most likely Soul Master with Mental Attribute."

As he spoke, his gaze was like a knife fixed on Huo Yuhao's face, he even counted the frequency of Huo Yuhao's blinks, as if trying to find a trace of panic or understanding on his face.

Huo Yuhao's heart skipped a beat.

He hadn't expected the academy to investigate so quickly; in just one night, they had even figured out the cause of death so clearly.

The brain injury was a direct result of the Mental Shock, which almost clearly pointed the clues to him, a newcomer with a mental-type Martial Soul.

But his expression didn't change at all; instead, he showed genuine surprise and fear, and subconsciously shrank his shoulders further into the blanket.

He seemed terrified, ignorant, and a pathetic nobody.